Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.

I turned to the very last page—the one my father-in-law had been writing the day he died. The page was blank, except for a single, trembling line of ink at the top. The Weaver knows the code. The Architecture is the Grave. I closed the book, the sound of the leather snapping shut like a gunshot in the quiet car. The "Day-by-Day" was gone. We were into the "Night-by-Night" now. And as the Suburban hit the open highway, the speedometer climbing toward ninety, I realized that the 300,000 words of our story were only just beginning to get darker. And as the grey Chicago rain began to lash against the windows once again—no, as the black North Woods ice began to coat our path—I realized that I was

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

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Blood of Wolf. The darkness inside the fracture shifted. And for one terrible second, something looked back

I said, trying to focus on the work. Elias nodded, his eyes on the paper. “Show me the full breakdown.” I was in the middle of explaining when the power suddenly went off. The entire building plunged into complete darkness. I shrieked, startled, and without thinking, I jumped onto Elias’s lap, hiding my face in his chest. His body tensed. I couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but his grip on me became harder, his arms wrapping around my waist instinctively. I didn’t dare stand up. I was terrified of the dark. Always had been since when I was a little girl.

I couldn't find the answer in any book. Yes, the dark ones had women, they were all black-haired and black-eyed, pale and infirm, they often died very early and did not possess magic at all. I had light brown hair and gray eyes, average height and a thin body. As for the darkness, she behaved very strangely, then calmed down for a long time, then again tormented me with strange dreams at night. Most often, I dreamed of a dense forest, through which I ran with a wildly pounding heart and completely naked. Branches hit my face, roots of plants dug into my legs, and a huge dark cloud always tried to catch up with me from behind.

Use the info below to find it! But also… I hope you’ll join me for a whole new adventure with my new, broken, morally gray Dom, Cain: HUNT FOR YOU - By Aimee Lynn 1. Show Me in the Dark ~ BRIDGET ~ ***SYSTEM NOTE: CHAT ENCRYPTED END-TO-END. ENSURE ALL ACCOUNTS ARE LOGGED OFF BEFORE DISCONNECTING.*** SleepingBeast: Why would you even consider this? DeadGirlWalking: Long story short: Everyone in my family dies young. Cancer and heart attacks mostly. Somehow, I hit the genetic lottery, and got the genome markers for both.

Right here on this lovely platform. I will admit, this one is not as, how to put it? Sweet as Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate. Be warned, this story is far darker. Updates will resume shortly.